Miss, what's your name?

Blossoms

She rides the train every morning. Phone in her hand, a flower in the other - he notices that they differ every day, not a single one the same. He wonders whom they are for. He catches her eyes - they're green - actually, emerald, he thinks distractedly, and he gives her a small smile. She stares indifferently, and he wonders if she even saw him. Then, all doubts are cast aside as she tentatively pulls up the corners of her mouth, trying but failing to give a sincere smile. Still, it's perfect to him. He shyly averts his eyes and sighs to himself, annoyed - damn, he should have held her gaze more.

Every day, he boards the train (today, he decides to sit near the door, which is coincidentally right across the aisle to her seat), and she's always there, in the seat that's all rusty and falling apart (one of the seats that haven't been replaced). She puts on her earphones, and he catches a tiny glimpse of the album cover in her phone (something like a hexagon shape or something, but he pays it no mind). She always takes off her earbuds when she's about to get off the train. As she waits for her stop to be announced, he watches she fiddles with the flower in her hand, subtly trembling - not enough to be noticed, but he does. (Maybe it's just the fact that he knows her so well, that one glance and he-)

He knows her so well, but he doesn't know her at all.

He doesn't know what draws him to her. He doesn't know her name, doesn't know why she boards the train, doesn't know why she picks that seat, of all places, he doesn't know a thing about her. What he does know, is that she's unique. But it is apparently enough for him to observe her, even just from afar. Enough for him to watch her from the corner of his eyes, then immediately avert them once she begins to take off her earphones. It becomes the highlight of his days. It has become a routine to him. He will board the train, and she will be there, in the seat that has become associated with her face.

She's become such a constant factor in his life, that one day, when he boards the train as usual, and he doesn't find her in her usual seat across his own (he claimed the seat as his, and no, he didn't do it to see her more closely, nope), he feels his heart speed up. Anxiety claws at him (what if she doesn't come back? What if he doesn't see her again?). He makes up a decision to do what he has always wanted to do if by chance, he sees her again. Still, 'what ifs' bombard his mind, until he feels a presence beside him. One look at a pair of emerald eyes, and he opens his mouth.

"Miss, what's your name?"

Today, she has a pair of cherry blossoms with her. She holds out one to him.

Sakura.